Redhawk Caldera Don't Shake It So Hard

Setting the bowl down, the doctor gave his patient an cheerful look at the question. He'll, die had the right to know, didn't he?
Yea, suppose so,..
Shut up and tell him.
Bruh, chillax the hostility.

"This nice and herbtastic little chunky soup here, is a cleaning agent. The good thing is that this dandy little mush here is gonna clean your cut there like it's the last thing you're ever gonna have in your life. The bad thing, is that its gonna sting like bee shits, because it's got milkweed and lovely little Rosey M's in it. The juice from those babies will do their job to clean everything that it touches, so be prepped. Also, after I put this nice healing down on ya, it'll have to stay on for half an hour, and then washed off. A timely reappliement will have ta be put on the next day, to make sure the bad lil bacterias dont come back for a round two. Up side of it is that the stuff works as fast as you throwin yourself in the very situation that ya earned it, from. "

A emerald eye was hidden, as the handsome lithe teen winked at his comrade, and shortly after, he continued.

"Whenever ya got your tongue between your teeth, I'll start OP, muchacho. And get it wedged in there good, because from what I remember, this stuff is gonna feel just as bad as the feelin of the skin shreddin up."

The Aspen stood comfortably and patiently by the bowl, awaitin the go of his amigo.